The poor boy was sitting much where you are sitting now, and that long tuft of grass grew up from his blood." "I believe that's all a lie," said George; "you want to drive me into the horrors with your humbugging tales." Lee, seeing that he had gone far enough, if not too far, proposed, somewhat sulkily, that they should begin to talk about what brought them there, and not sit crouching in the wet all night.
"Well," said George, "it's you to begin.

What made you send for me to this infernal place ?" "I want money," said Lee.
"Then you'd better axe about and get some," said George; "you'll get none from me.

I am surprised that a man with your knowledge of the world should have sent me such a letter as you did yesterday, I am indeed--What the devil's that ?" He started on his feet.

A blaze of sudden light filled the nook where they were sitting, and made it as bright as day, and a voice shouted out, "Ha, ha, ha! my secret coves, what's going on here?
something quiet and sly, eh?
something worth a fifty-pound note, eh?
Don't you want an arbitrator, eh?
Here's one, ready made." "You're playing a dangerous game, my flash man, whoever you are," said Lee, rising savagely.

"I've shot a man down for less than that.